So all day yesterday I was so excited about taking May trick or treating. I brought her back from the doctor, made her take a long mid-afternoon nap, took her to the park, put her down for another nap JUST to make sure that she was well-rested for all the fun that was surely to ensue. About quarter to five I hear her on the monitor and go pluck her out of her room and take her straight to the high chair for her dinner. Then it happen. She started to cry. She NEVER CRIES. Crying for absolutely no reason.

I was able to coax her out of her little fussy state long enough to get her dinner ready. I sat down and started to feed her and SHE WOULDN’T EAT. Yesterday I covered how large she is, so you can imagine that this child eats her solids with gusto. She would not eat.

I took her out of the high chair and put her on the floor to play and she just wouldn’t stop fussing. I called Daniel and broke the bad news that trick or treating might not happen.

This genre of fussiness has only been seen one other time in May, and that was after her very first round of vaccines. We took her to the doctor at two months, where she got her chemical cocktail (don’t get me started on vaccines) and all seemed well…until about 5 hours later. May screamed. And screamed. And screamed. For hours. -side note- all you new moms reading this, be prepared for the devil to get into your child after the first round of vaccines. Our pediatrician left out the part where she’ll turn from a seemingly content child into a child that is straight up on fire. Yesterday was similar to that, but on a much smaller scale.

About 5:30 May seemed okay, so I took the leap and started to put on her costume. To show her displeasure, she lodged a protest by blowing raspberries. I knew that this trick or treating adventure was going to be a challenge.

However, once I picked up Daniel from work, and we got to Corona del Mar to walk around, she had chilled out considerably. I wouldn’t say that she was happy, or excited to be dressed up in her puffy pumpkin, but she was at least tolerating the situation. I think this picture of her sums the night up perfectly:

I came. I saw. I tricked. I treated. I posed. I'm tired.

Although she wasn’t feeling 100%, I’d like to think that she had a good time. At least I got some cute pictures out of it:)

1. Hilarious and creative Halloween costumes. Every year I’m floored by peoples’ creativity.

My cousin Emily (R) with her friend Allison. I saw this and almost died. HA-LARIOUS.

2. Candy, fo real!

3. Horror movies! Today, AMC is doing a horror movie marathon. I never knew I liked horror movies until 6 this morning. One thought though. How is it that Michael Myers walks everywhere and still manages to kill a boat load of people who are running for their lives? Good question, huh? I think I’ve found his match:

Usain Bolt, the fastest man on the planet. I wonder if Michael Myers could beat him in the 100 meter dash just walking? Probably.

4. It’s the official signal of fall!

Reasons to not love Halloween:

1. 6 month check-up

But that’s the only reason to not like Halloween. Actually, I won’t even qualify it as a real reason. I’ll call it “a reason to not like October, 31st.” May had her 6 month well check and boy was it a doozy. It’s never any fun to get shots, but especially not fun on a day that is supposed to be a fun fun fun! She did pretty good though. I really can’t complain. She only screamed for a micro-second, and then she was back to her genial self. The doozy of the appointment was learning her growth progress.

I’m not sure if I have alluded to how large my child is on this blog. For those who don’t know, May is huge. She was 10lbs, 12oz. at birth. No, we did not have any idea she was going to be that large. No, I did not have a C section. Yes, she has continued on the Shaquille O’Neal growth trajectory. Here is a festive comparison:

Babies come in all shapes and sizes.

Some are small like cute, table-top pumpkins:

Some are like regular Halloween pumpkins:

Love the Harry Potter carvings.

And some go in a special book they call “The Guiness Book of World Records”:

Yes, friends, I have the State Fair pumpkin baby. May was 20lbs, 10oz and 28.25 inches this morning. Dr. Abelowitz really drove it home when he said she’s the size of a 15 month old. Where on earth do I go with that?! I have such a hard time finding clothes for this poor kid. Now I know why.

It’s always amusing to see peoples’ reactions when they hear that she’s way younger than what they had originally thought. While we were waiting for the elevator, a lady took a look at May’s shirt that said, “Baby’s First Halloween,” and asked, “Is it really her first Halloween?” I thought the shirt was fairly self-explanatory, but since she’s confusing large, I’ll give her a pass.

The doctor told us that you can estimate a child’s adult height by taking the average of the two parents and subtracting three inches, which would put May at 5’6″. Pu-lease. This kiddo is going to be every bit of 5’9″ and I might even be low-balling it a little.

Anyway, my little (big) pumpkin is going to be a pumpkin for Halloween.

Good gourdy I'm cute!

I can’t wait to take her out trick or treating tonight. Probably shouldn’t call it trick or treating, since she can’t eat the candy. We should probably call it, “parading around/exploiting our child for the sole purpose of collecting candy for ourselves.” I wish I had thought of a costume for Tybee though. Maybe I’ll pull an idea from one of these guys for next year: